Dusted down in shanty town behind a sky of redHoist upon some frozen dawn exploding in my headFast asleep in trouble deep or wide awake and burningStuck inside some stranger's hide whose karma keeps returning

Where you trail that holy grail of darkness and despairWay cross town, now up now down, as though you'd really careOn the bus across from us seen once in silhouetteThe old man's face you couldn't place that now you can't forget

Down and dirtyThere you goLucky Henry says helloBurned his bridges high and lowAnd down the road and goneIt's raining boxcars did you knowFrom County Cook to BaltimoreWhere ever those old jockeys goTo live out their lifelines

Burning down that two lane town the boys call HollywoodKicked around now lost now found now lost again for goodBadly placed or half erased or lost in space and timeAnd all because the real one was the disappearing kind

Now you tumbleNow you knowLucky Henry says helloScratched in verses high and lowAnd down to hell and gone I'm toldIt's raining boxcars that's for sureFrom Bakersfield to ElsinoreFor all what I care anymoreFor now and forever gone gone gone